In early 2016, I visited Iceland, the Lofoten Islands and Finnish Lapland to experience a piece of the Arctic winter. Unbeknownst to me, I would embark on a whirlwind adventure culminating in the greatest heartache I have ever known. There, I met a man whom I had admired for a long time and whose work will continue to resonate through mine. He passed without difficulty through years of metaphysical walls I had built to safeguard my heart. Up until that moment, I had never been so happy or loved someone so completely. This was a man who captured my spirit in an instant. Together, I felt like we could take on the world. However, he held the key to my protracted downfall and I wasn’t in the least prepared for him to use it. The subsequent scramble to gather my broken parts has been harrowing to say the least. Herein hangs the cold yet still beautiful tale of how we met.